Let me save you (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter fourteen - Let Me Save You

(*Excuse any errors)

-Blaine-

The start of the winter is always a strange time for me. Partially because two days from now it will be the anniversary of my family's death. Twelve years. Twelve consecutive years of asking my self why? Why them? Why did my father choose to be the one who took their life and not mine?

No one knows besides Charlotte. I told her because I haven't felt so great and she noticed. Most of it is because Jordan has been purposefully avoiding me. After that night in the kitchen, he hasn't uttered a word to me and that doesn't sit well with me. I tried to go to his office to talk to him but he had a warrior wolf stationed outside his door. He was "busy" according to Caleb.

Sam's mate is picking him up today. I'm not thrilled but if you love something, you have to let it go. I still don't know who's replacing him but from what I heard, it'll be a warrior wolf from the Hawthorn Range Pack. They're five hours away and they supposedly have really strong warriors.

Apparently, Sam's mate is going to discard his rogue army and start his pack. Thus making Sam, an Alpha. It was one of the conditions that Sam had to move in with him. Sam's mate is twenty-six, he's German and he never had a pack because his parents gave him to an orphanage. Like me, he grew up a lone wolf, well, until he decided to make a clan of white-eyed rogues to steal and kill people. That could have easily been me.

I've spent the last two days in my room crying on and off because what else is there to do? Sam is leaving, Jordan's ignoring me, Charlotte's mate is back so she's with him 25/8, Helena is busy doing chef stuff with Cohen and when he's in the kitchen, I prefer to stay away.

Helena is kind enough to bring my food up but I haven't had much appetite. Every-time I close my eyes, all I can see is the graphic murder scene that was my living room. I haven't had them in a long time but lately, I've had night tremors that end in loud gunshots before my body shoots up from my bed, sweaty and breathless.

Everyone has their ways of coping with pain. My father's was bullets, Donovan's was money, Daniel's was hatred, Jordan's is alcohol, and I guess mine is pretending to not be in pain. I'm very good at it, if I went to college, I probably would have majored in theatre. I'm a great actor.
Every day I get up and put on a show. I'm surprised I haven't been nominated for an award.

The snow has been pelleting the ground non-stop. I'm sure it's risen to about two-feet in the last hour. I've cocooned my self in a blanket on the window nook since Helena told me to get out of bed. I haven't moved from my spot since 2 pm and now it's 6 pm. I was going to say bye to Sam but I decided to not torture myself. The last thing I want to see is him and his mate together.

He's supposed to be picking him up around 7:30 pm. I plan on staying here and not moving a muscle.

"Hey hun, Oh my gosh Blaine!!" Helena walks in with a tray of food. She still has on her apron and her hair is braided to the side. She matches her headscarves with her aprons. It's cute.

"Wow, you're loud," I say bringing my hand up to my temple. She sets the tray down on my bed and walks towards me. I move my feet out of the way and she sits down across from me. Worry is written all over her face, "I'm not going to ask if you're okay. I just want to know what I can do to help..." She says placing a caring on my leg.

I lick my dry lips and sigh, "I just want to be left alone. I appreciate everything you've done but really, I want to be alone." I say weakly. I haven't eaten most of the food that she's brought up. I'm worried that if I do, I'll throw up. I don't like throwing up.